My body can remain so still, alive only in breath, yet my soul swims, drowns, in a sea of troubles.
I am the stars, my beauty recognized only postmortem.
I am the earth, rejected and scarred by those to whom I have given so much.
I am the ocean’s waves, pushed and pushed until I break.
I am the wind, I will never be still.
Feb 5, 2012
Feb 5, 2012 at 1:14 PM UTC
My body can remain so still, alive only in breath, yet my soul swims, drowns, in a sea of troubles.
I am the stars, my beauty recognized only postmortem.
I am the earth, rejected and scarred by those to whom I have given so much.
I am the ocean’s waves, pushed and pushed until I break.
I am the wind, I will never be still.
